It didn’t happen often, but when it did, it was awful.
The Fabulous Four, normally supportive of each other, awoke on a quite rare occasion hostile with each other.
The oldest and the third member of the unit engaged in an angry confrontation, and then
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The second born and the youngest exchanged vicious words.
Annoyed with my offspring, I added my own ongoing distress with a controlling in-law and shouted at my Beloved.
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He rapidly left the house without the normal morning “I love you.”
My reaction, as always when the house was quiet (both the school bus and the family vehicle had left), was to find comfort.
We all have different roads for that. Mine was more coffee, and a doughnut from Merritt Bakery always secretly hidden in the fridge.
I needed more, however, that morning and turned on the normal comfort of morning news, resolving not to hurry, but relax.
And before the clock struck 10 and the second Portmeirion mug of Starbucks was drained, I was relaxed, and ready to cope.
I was reminded of that bleak Monday today. Yesterday was a time to face reality. My friends are all in quarantine, most likely for the remainder of the week, thus eliminating the luncheon, focus group, and traditional dinner that are the social highlights on my calendar.
As optimistic as I strive to become, the prospect of November 4, 2020, is beginning to strike terror in my heart.
And yes, those I love are far away. The phone will ring and the Ipad buzz, but there will be no loud knock on my door announcing, ‘We’re here.”.
So yes that remembered and dreaded black cloud of ennui descended with a vengeance, and I turned looking for comfort.
Where, first the fridge. Far from the Merritt Bakery and the memorable glazed doughnut, I found it’s counterpart, an fragrant almond croissant from Common Good in Michigan.
Next I turned on the TV. The five minutes of anger, despair, and contradictions that filled my small world rapidly sent me back into that unavoidable black cloud that has coated 2020.
Then I knew it was my responsibility to make Tuesday better. I don’t quite know how, but I believe I can do it.
